disclaimer: Pokemon not mine.
dedication: Bijouie.
notes: I don't know if this is tortured/dramatic/romantic- all I knew was I liked this song and Agatha/Oak was perfect.
Question: Beatles or Rolling Stones?
we're so close to something better left unknown
i can feel it in my bones
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Agatha was young once, she was young and aloof and he was the foolish boy who fell in love with her eyes. (But there are times, when she thinks as she watches him sleep that she loved his eyes, too.) And he refuses to let her leave, refuses to acknowledge her as a ghost— he keeps saying that he won't let her vanish.
But the more it's said, the more she fades.
There is this girl, that's in love with him. All bright and pretty, with the most darling blonde hair and the most darling blue eyes— and she loves Oak with every fiber of her being. But Agatha, she slips out of the sheets and the tangled legs and freezes as he shifts, before getting dressed and walking away.
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They meet years later, and the wind is oh so cold, and his eyes aren't so foolish anymore, and his lips are grimmer than she remembered, he seems more tired, wearier. "I'm getting married," he says as he hands her the invitation. And she just smiles and walks away, invitation in hand, but then he speaks, again— "We could have been something, Agatha. Something beautiful, wonderful, incredible, but you had to throw it all away for your dream-"
She cuts him off, and laughs— years after years and he still doesn't get it, he's just a cynical man.
"Sam," she says, her eyes held the same darkness of their youth and suddenly his are foolish again, "Sam, there are people like me, who are meant to wander the world alone. I know we could have been a miracle, but there are some things that are better left unknown."
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Decades later, she's a old bitter woman and he's older, but youthful and happy and he says—
"You don't need to be afraid of love, Agatha."
Then he's gone with the wind and all that's left are a few poisonous memories and empty kisses that lay scattered around her floor.
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the end